ter Fiske:
"Let him emulate savage woodcraft; the woodsman's keen, practiced
vision; his steadiness of nerve; his contempt for pain, hardship and the
weather; his power of endurance, his observation and heightened senses;
his delight in out-of-door sports and joys and unfettered happiness with
untroubled sleep under the stars; his calmness, self-control, emotional
steadiness; his utter faithfulness in friendships; his honesty, his
personal bravery."

The Editor likes to think that quite a few of the stories found in the
_Boy Scouts Book of Campfire Stories_ present companions for the mind
of this hardy sort, and hopes, whether boys read or are told these
stories, they will prove to be such as exalt and inspire while they
thrill and entertain.

CONTENTS

CHAPTER PAGE
INTRODUCTION v
I. SILVERHORNS _Henry van Dyke_ 1
II. WILD HORSE HUNTER _Zane Grey_ 21
III. HYDROPHOBIC SKUNK _Irvin S. Cobb_ 90
IV. THE OLE VIRGINIA _Stewart Edward White_ 100
V. THE WEIGHT OF OBLIGATION _Rex Beach_ 108
VI. THAT SPOT _Jack London_ 140
VII. WHEN LINCOLN LICKED A BULLY _Irving Bacheller_ 155
VIII. THE END OF THE TRAIL _Clarence E. Mulford_ 180
IX. DEY AIN'T NO GHOSTS _Ellis Parker Butler_ 201
X. THE NIGHT OPERATOR _Frank L. Packard_ 218
XI. CHRISTMAS EVE IN A LUMBER CAMP _Ralph Connor_ 258
XII. THE STORY THAT THE KEG TOLD ME _Adirondack (W. H. H.) Murray_ 275

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I.--Silverhorns[1]

_By Henry van Dyke_

THE railway station of Bathurst, New Brunswick, did not look
particularly merry at two o'clock of a late September morning. There was
an easterly haze driving in from the Baie des Chaleurs and the darkness
was so saturated with chilly moisture that an honest downpour of rain
would have been a relief. Two or three depressed and somnolent travelers
yawned in the waiting room, which smelled horribly of smoky lamps. The
telegraph instrument in the ticket office clicked spasmodically for a
minute, and then relapsed into a gloomy silence. The imperturbable
station master wa